Jovis Joseph

Watching this movie felt like déjà vu wrapped in a Vineeth Sreenivasan blanket – cozy but overly familiar. It’s the cinematic equivalent of comfort food: not exactly a gourmet feast, but it won’t leave you hungry either. Here’s the recipe for a Vineeth movie: A generous helping of nostalgia? Check. It’s like a high school reunion – you don’t really want to go, but you’re curious to see who got bald. Emotional dialogues delivered with enough breath to inflate a balloon? Check. Seriously, if they breathed any harder, they’d probably start levitating. Music dependency? Check. The soundtrack is like a clingy friend – it’s nice but doesn’t know when to give you space. A plot as predictable as grandma’s Sunday roast? Big check. You know what’s coming, but you’ll sit down and enjoy it anyway. It seems the director’s signature style has become a bit like a ‘Vijay movie’ – not that he’s reached those depths of mediocrity. It’s more like ‘same same but different.’ Each film feels like you know what you are there for. No element of surprise at all. And finally just leave Pranav Mohanlal alone if he dont want to act.